Cocoa Butter lyrics

[Intro]
I'm sad, I can't talk about it, it makes me emotional
Like, I'm gonna actually cry
My bro can't retire man, the streets needs my guy man
He can't be retiring, it's way too early for that

[Chorus: J Styles]
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread and we butter up the ting (Let's go)
Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (Let's go)
My eyes thin, Gushers in my slim
But ay, we still cut it up in cling
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (Ey)
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

[Verse 1: Nines]
My Spanish chick be like "Papi don't go"
But I'm married to the game, b*tch I'm mafioso
Remember when I had to set it in my Prada garms
Big four-fizzy, letting off car alarms
I'm on my own, I can't be near them snitch boys
I was hiding bare bricks in them Bearbrick toys
A little weed to get my day started
I only made it out of the hood cause I was bravehearted
I found out she was a ho, I was gonna wife that
I had to go on Insta and take my likes back
They played me on the radio when I was whipping bricks
Them man were sucking pus*y, I was hitting licks (That's them man)
You know we let them things pop
I told a opp send his location, I heard a pin drop
Yeah they grind but I hustle more
All these shooters round me, what the f*ck I need muscles for?
[Chorus: J Styles]
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread and we butter up the ting (Let's go)
Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (Let's go)
My eyes thin, Gushers in my slim
But ay, we still cut it up in cling
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (Ey)
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

[Verse 2: Rimzee]
Uh, yo, uh, yo
Eighth gear, one-seventy, that car's off
This thirty-two pistol make your heart stop
Them n*ggas ain't banging, take that mask off
Me and Nines, we shoulda been in Narcos
Pushing class A, not no Benz (No)
Still coppin' skengs but my minds on them M's
These n*ggas wanna go to war, that's usual
But they got no money for no funeral (Ha-ha-ha)
I've been in five different jails
But one foot out, I'm in two different worlds (I am)
Industry and the streets
Just to be at peace akh, I gotta bring the piece (Wallahi)
This pretty ting, I wanna know the name on her
No game on her, I just put my chain on her (Try it on)
Get the diamond tester out, I come ready
Glad Drass is home, n*gga used to be my celly (Mashallah)
[Chorus: J Styles]
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread and we butter up the ting (Let's go)
Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (Let's go)
My eyes thin, Gushers in my slim
But ay, we still cut it up in cling
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (Ey)
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin